Honghuang: Fellow Taoist Emperor Jun, please show your noble hand.

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What a big deal!

A major change in the way of heaven has taken place, and it is an extremely incredible change.

There were six futons, and four people who shouldn't be sitting on them were sitting on them. However, these four were the sons of this calamity.

You must know that all the sons of Liangjie are those with great luck at the beginning, such as Zulong, Yuanfeng, and Shi Qilin. By luck alone, they can push their cultivation to the late stage of quasi-sage.

In other words, until the end of the calamity, you must not offend the son of the calamity. Once you offend, you will probably be sacrificed to heaven with a knife at some point.

Hongjun's brows furrowed more and more tightly, and his heart was extremely tangled, but after being stunned for a long time, there was nothing he could do.

You can't tell Di Jun, Taiyi, Chang Xi, and Xihe directly that you are the sons of Liangjie, destined to die, and you are not worthy of sitting on the Zixiao Palace futon.

If he really said that, regardless of Di Jun's reaction, Heaven would rain down divine thunder and chop him, the one who revealed the secret, into slag.

But we can’t remain indifferent!

After all, the Six Saints were chosen by Heaven. In a sense, he was just the executor of Heaven's will. At least before joining the Way, he did not dare to compete with Heaven.

"Saint, Saint Hongjun, you have to make the decision for our brothers..."

The wails continued.

Zhunti's tears and nose and nose are heartbroken. It can be said that those who hear it cry and those who listen are sad.

However, these cries made Hongjun's mood become more and more confused, and he even felt angry for no reason.

"Shut up, what are you talking about? This is Zixiao Palace, a place to listen to sermons, not a place for shrews to quarrel."

An angry shout resounded through the sky.

The shock caused the three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace to tremble and tremble all over. They couldn't help but lie on the ground, not daring to breathe.

This is the power of the saint!

Even masters such as Nuwa, Fuxi, and Tongtian fell to the ground in fear.

Only the six people sitting on the futon seemed not to feel this holy power. They still sat cross-legged and practiced with their eyes closed.

It can also be seen from this that the benefits of these six futons are that if you sit on them and calm down, you can practice and enlightenment peacefully even if the outside world is falling apart.

When Hongjun saw this scene, he instantly realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly exhaled, suppressed the evil fire in his heart, and said, "You don't have to cry, I already know the specific details."

Having said this, he looked at Di Jun and continued: "Di Jun, you, Taiyi, Chang Xi, and Xihe occupy four futons. Ahem, are you willing to let them out?!"

If Di Jun and others are sensible, they should stand up immediately. If so, all problems will be solved.

It's a pity that Di Jun didn't look sensible at all. Instead, he frowned and asked loudly: "What the saint means is that the ownership of the futon in Zixiao Palace has been decided internally, instead of depending on fate?!"

"It is said that saints represent the way of heaven, are impartial and righteous, and will never be selfish. Isn't that actually the case?!"

"Or is it because Saint Hongjun doesn't like us that you want us to give up the futon?!"

Three questions in a row!

Hongjun was speechless when he asked!

If he wasn't in public, he could do whatever he wanted. Even if he killed Emperor Jun with a casual blow, no one would care.

But what can he do in front of three thousand guests in Zixiao Palace?

If it leaves people with the impression that the sage bent the law for personal gain and bullied others with power, wouldn't he be like Luo Hu, a person who ruled the ancient times with strong methods instead of "convincing people with virtue".

It sounds like a long story, but it’s actually very short.

He immediately denied it, shook his head and said, "That's wrong. I just asked casually and had no other intention."

"The futons in Zixiao Palace are for those who are destined to get them. Even I have no right to deprive you of such opportunities."

"However, if you are willing to give up your seat and calm down today's turmoil, I am willing to give you some magic weapons..."

I still want Di Jun to give up his seat!

Just found a suitable reason!

If you were a thin-skinned person, under the power of Saint Hongjun and being watched by so many powerful people, you would have been unable to sit still for a long time.

But Emperor Jun sat peacefully, leisurely and contented, and said with a smile: "I have no shortage of magic weapons and the like, the sun and the stars. The only thing I lack is opportunity. Please have mercy on me, saint."

As he spoke, he bowed respectfully, then closed his eyes and said nothing.

When Taiyi saw his elder brother like this, he didn't say anything.

As for Chang Xi and Xihe, they were a little wary at first, but seeing how tough Di Jun was, they admired him so much that they simply imitated him.

Awkward!

It’s so embarrassing this time!

Hongjun twitched the corners of his mouth, anger boiling in his chest, but he couldn't vent it.

After thinking for a moment, he sighed, flicked his sleeves, and six more futons appeared, lined up behind Di Jun and others.

"Forget it, since you don't want to give up the opportunity and I can't ignore the matter here, let's add six futons."

"Tongtian, Nuwa, you two each have one, Jingyin and Zhunti. You have come a long way and worked hard, so please sit down. As for the remaining two..."

He hesitated a little, wondering whether he should give it to Hongyun and Kunpeng.

However, before he could decide, Hongyun and Kunpeng turned into two streams of light and rushed towards the futon.

Seeing this scene, he shook his head and said: "That's it, let's do it. The futon has been decided, and the subsequent sermons will be in this order, and no more fighting will be allowed."

Having said that, he always felt uncomfortable.

Especially when he thought that the six newly added futons were made in a hurry and the effect was far less than the previous six, he felt unhappy.

However, the matter has come to this, and I can only endure my unhappiness.

"Looking at the ancient land, I felt that the Taoism was lacking, and I couldn't bear it. I specially selected three thousand people who were destined to preach in Zixiao Palace."

"My sermon will be divided into three parts. The first sermon focuses on the Daluo method. Of course, the follow-up will also involve the quasi-sage's way and the way of the saint. As for how much you can understand, it depends on each person's chance."

"Beyond Taiyi is Daluo, and the way of Daluo already involves the understanding of laws..."

A voice like a bell sounded, and all the powerful officials immediately became alert and listened carefully.

Just listen and listen, it is still difficult to gain something immediately. After all, entering the state of enlightenment does not happen in a short time.

Only Emperor Jun waved his sleeves, and a big tree full of Taoist charm appeared behind him.

It is the Enlightenment Tea Tree.

Not only that, the branches of the Enlightenment Tea branches twisted and extended, covering Taiyi, Chang Xi, Xihe, and the other three, making their understanding suddenly rise and they instantly entered the state of enlightenment.

All the powerful officials saw this, and all of them twitched their mouths, showing signs of envy, jealousy, and hatred. Especially when it came to receiving and mentioning, their mouths were drooling.

Even Hongjun was a little confused, not knowing when the Enlightenment Tea Tree got into the hands of Emperor Jun.

"No, this guy should always stay on the Sun Star. How come there are so many opportunities?!"

"No, we have to do some calculations. Could it be that during the time when I was enlightened and became a saint, what changes happened to the general trend of the world?!"